Back at the van we were up until midnight cleaning and packing. We
did not even have sustained air con for fear of using up what little petrol we
had left in the tank. Instead we sat outside in very little clothes to cool down
once the jobs were done. We must have looked a sorry couple of souls.
The next morning we rose early, and sought advice from the site manager
about dumping, as there did not seem to be the usual communal dump station
that we had come to expect. Although friendly the response was that we
would have to wait until someone left and then use the dump station on their
plot. They did however let us set out a jumble sale style stall in the recreation
room. We put out all the things we did not want/could not pack, including food,
beer, toiletries, tapes, and some books. By the time we left, the table was
virtually clear. Of course, the beer went first.
Eventually we were able to dump, the one aspect of living in an RV we
would not miss, complete with the seemingly obligatory audience. Next stop,
propane - of which we had used very little - and petrol, of which we had used
a lot having covered about 8,500 miles. Finally we were ready to hand Harvey
back and we drove off looking for the address for the drop off.
I had phoned the hire company earlier to confirm the place and time for
the drop off, and to see if we could get away with leaving the dumping for
them to do. Unsurprisingly I received a negative response to this question.
What was surprising was that I was given a different address for the drop off -
so it was a good job we had called otherwise we could still be out in America
now, driving round looking for the drop off point ...... wouldn’t that have been
sad? In spite of a very bad phone line and Hans, the company’s